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Page 23
The wheels whirled around all the more merrily because of the
wheelwright's work; and when the hoofs of the horses clattered on the
road, Joseph's papa said that the horse-shoes were saying:--
"It is the little shoes, the little shoes, that help the horse to go!"
Then Joseph looked down at his own small shoes and thought of his
mother's letter, and the little boy that she needed to hunt eggs and
feed chickens and rock the baby's cradle; and he was anxious to get
home.
Clip, clap! clip, clap! The horses stepped on a bridge, and Joseph
looked out to see the water. The bridge was strong and good, with great
wooden piers set out in the water and a stout wooden railing to make it
safe.
The sun was high and shining very brightly on the water, and little
Joseph began to nod. He rested his head on papa's arm, and his eyelids
dropped down over his two sleepy eyes, and he went so fast asleep that
his papa was obliged to give him a little shake when he wanted to wake
him up.
"Wake up, Joseph! wake up!" he cried, "and look out of the window!"
Joseph rubbed his eyes and looked out of the window; and he saw a red
cow, a black cow, and a cow with spots on her back; and a little further
on, a big boy and a baby; and, what do you think?--yes, a mamma! Then
the stage-coach could not hold him or his papa another minute, because
they were at home!
_The GIANT ENERGY & The FAIRY SKILL_
MOTTO FOR THE MOTHER
_Greatness is not always largeness.
Help your child to understand,
Strength and skill are happy comrades;
'Tis the mind must guide the hand_.
Long, long ago, when there were giants to be seen, as they might be seen
now if we only looked in the right place, there lived a young giant who
was very strong and very willing, but who found it hard to get work to
do.
The name of the giant was Energy, and he was so great and clumsy that
people were afraid to trust their work to him.
If he were asked to put a bell in the church steeple, he would knock the
steeple down, before he finished the work. If he were sent to reach a
broken weather vane, he would tear off part of the roof in his zeal. So,
at last, people would not employ him and he went away to the mountains
to sleep; but he could not rest, even though other giants were sleeping
as still as great rocks under the shade of the trees.
Young Giant Energy could not sleep, for he was too anxious to help in
the world's work; and he went down into the valley, and begged so
piteously for something to do that a good woman gave him a basket of
china to carry home for her.
"This is child's play for me," said the giant as he set the basket down
at the woman's house, but he set it down so hard that every bit of the
china was broken.
"I wish a child had brought it for me," answered the woman, and the
young giant went away sorrowful. He climbed the mountain and lay down to
rest; but he could not stay there and do nothing, so he went back to the
valley to look for work.
There he met the good woman. She had forgiven him for breaking her
china, and had made up her mind to trust him again; so she gave him a
pitcher of milk to carry home.
"Be quick in bringing it," she said, "lest it sour on the way."
The giant took the pitcher and made haste to run to the house; and he
ran so fast that the milk was spilled and not a drop was left when he
reached the good woman's house.
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